Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Micronesia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ralphi Rosario to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Selecter,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra,
Slave,
Jerry's Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Groovy Waters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Leaves,
Howard Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül,
ABC,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
Eli Mardock,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slits,
Byron Stingily,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Supertramp,
Malaria!,
Mandrill,
Sonic Youth,
Quantec,
Warsaw,
Albert Ayler,
The United States of America,
Jeff Mills,
Shuggie Otis,
John Holt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blossom Toes,
T.S.O.L.,
Thee Headcoats,
Pere Ubu,
Althea and Donna,
The Knickerbockers,
Jawbox,
Barrington Levy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Fraelich,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faust,
John Lydon,
Hot Snakes,
Grauzone,
The Monks,
Pylon,
Quadrant,
Intrusion,
Lower 48,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monochrome Set,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.